I thought the mass of people in Beaune might have peaked yesterday evening, but clearly THE Sunday has another level. So instead of fighting for a place to drink coffee we chose make a walking tour of Meursault, and like any Sunday afternoon in Meursault the place was completely dead – pretty but almost a ghost-town. Still, it meant that I could poke my nose into a few corners and see a few lunch preparations!
There’s been on-and-off rain all weekend, indeed it was pretty heavy on Friday – probably perfect for teasing-out all the snalls from their lairs, because mountains of snails seem to have been consumed in Beaune this weekend – I’m not sure it’s really rain-clouds above, they have a green tinge – I think it’s garlic!
Ah yes, now I remember what’s happening in Beaune!
— Christie's Wine (@ChristiesWine) November 16, 2014
— Hôtel Le Cep Beaune (@LeCepBeaune) November 16, 2014
And then I think this is Beaune! :